But I'm ready to get back to my totally unfurnished house with lots of steps for my son to fall down and lots of carpet for me to vacuum, and lots of toilets for me to scrub.

Or the person that I plan on paying to scrub them. (heh)

Click on my ads. It helps to have my toilets cleaned. (Okay not really, but that sounded kind of funny when I said it out loud).

I'm looking forward to decorating and furnishing and running my ass off after those kids all by myself since my husband will be in Little Rock until the end of May. Okay, maybe not that part, but I am hoping this is it. However, a little bird with a cute ass tried to tell me that we might be living in Philly all summer courtesy of our fine US Military.

HA. HAHAHA. HA. *barf*

So, let's all pretend we didn't hear that and move along to what IS important.

Blog Blast: Oh this is a good one. Gifts Gone Right, Gifts Gone Wrong. C'mon and pull out those nasty old things your husband tried to pass off as a gift. Or better, what your mother-in-law gave you. We want pics, stories -- good or bad. Here's mine.

And you can win a $250 gc to the spa of your choice courtesy of GetInHerHead.com (we're actually writing them up at Cool Mom Picks -- smart site started by two parents!)

Giveaway: $50 Gift Card to Itty Bitty Lady Bug -- just click here and follow the directions. And also, the lovely Dr. Ann Dunnewold is giving away three copies of her book. Just leave me a comment, any comment (preferably a funny one that is flattering). I'll pick three winners at random on April 30.

We're driving all day. Think of me. And be glad you are not in the car. Of course, it's raining cats and dogs right now. Not sure how far we're going to get...

I just moved into a new place myself last month and am still putting things away. I never realized I had so much useless crap!
Many wishes going your way for quick unpacking and organizing the new place and many more wishes that you get enough clicks to get your toilets clean! lmao (If I click on the ads enough, can you send them over to my house too! haha)

I was still working up the nerve to ask you for a lunch date. Or drinks. OK, well, yeah, I realized the whole drinks thing was no longer a possibility once you announced that you somehow managed to get yourself knocked up here in Baptist country.

(Now me? I had to leave town. God bless New Orleans, NYC and lots of rum runners and ... well, I don't really recall what I drank in Manhattan before conceiving No. 2. Ah, yes. Shots. Of something. Bought for me by the nice Irish couple who let me practice a speech for them in a some pub. Somewhere.)

Anyway, back to you. You're leaving! If in-between packing those bags you need a brief escape, let me know. By then, perhaps, I won't be such a self-conscious wuss and I can take you to Clinton's fave BBQ spot.